The circle goes ’round
as your circuits become fried
for a file not found.
Month: August 2016
I Can No Other Answer Make
Words do not begin to explain
the feelings in my heart and brain.
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The kindness bestowed upon me
whether I am worthy or not
is one that warms the heart
and is sure not to be forgot.
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The bard himself knew too well
there are no other words to say
that capture what I need to tell.
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So whether it be one day of the year
or every other one in between
know that my heart is forever full
of a love that is both felt and seen.
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Thanks, is the answer I make
as my gratitude is yours to take.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Boiling Over
The water bubbles just below
and I slam the lid back down
hoping to prevent overflow
of this anger in which I drown.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Not a Fan
So it’s hot you say
but do I really care?
All this noise you make
does not seem very fair.
I am perfectly content
sweltering under all this fur
so don’t turn that fan on me,
turn it back to her.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2016
Bizzy
Busy bees buzzing around
move morbidly slow
compared to the constant
pitter-patter presently
beating in my battered heart.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Memory
Years from now the memory will be
all but faded from rusty brain
but there will be one solemn morsel
that in my aged mind will remain.
I will not recall why we had the box
nor even will I remember the year
but I will remember the laughter
bursting from within our hearts
and filling us with tears.
© AUtumn Siders 2016
#tbt
It’s always the moments
that were never meant to be
that leave the lasting impression
that changes you and me.
© Autumn Siders 2014
The Sounds of Summer
A chirping cricket
and a verbose young bullfrog;
the sounds of summer.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Nieve
You chuckle to yourself
as you silently rehearse
the joke inside your head
that you know verse for verse.
When you share it with the world
a laugh you did receive
and this image in my mind
is one that will never leave.
© Autumn Siders 2016
Misery
Misery is my one true friend
since happiness is fickle
you never can depend;
yet, like the fool I am
I fall again and again
for happiness and it’s evil scam.
